Zog stared intently at the old man and the young man before him, trying to figure out what they were planning.
It was no exaggeration to say—
He couldn't figure out a single thing.
He'd once watched a TV show where the male lead could tell if people were lying by reading their micro-expressions.
He tried to learn it, but failed.
When he was a budding adolescent, he confessed his feelings to a pretty girl in the class next door.
When she said, "I hope we can still be good friends," she touched her nose.
He had retorted with full confidence, "You're lying! You touched your nose! You like me!"
Their relationship did indeed move to the next level.
They couldn't even be friends anymore.
It was only after replaying the scene in his head that he realized she might have touched her nose because she was embarrassed.
'So yeah, learning things from TV isn't very reliable. If it was, I wouldn't have only learned those two words of Japanese after all these years.'
